Because Lord knows I will need to be drinking, and, well, it has to be cheap because I am one of the 600,000+ this year, that have been laid off due to this shitty-ass economy.
It has been an interesting day. I knew on Friday that we were going to have an "All Hands" meeting today and figured it could be the end of the road. My (former) company ended up laying off nearly 70% of its employees - and its future is questionable. The few people left figure they have maybe 2 or 3 months before it is over for them as well. Basically, certain people were told, quietly, not to go to the meeting and when I heard that, I knew I was gone. At least I had about 15 minutes of advance notice to gather myself. It was a massacre. Essentially, it went: "all the people in this room are being let go." Misery does love company but it sucks like a Dyson. California is in the crapper, people. And San Diego is the area that has the lowest unemployment rate - we're supposed to be happy to have only 7.5% instead of 9.4%. They had better not pull the IOU on unemployment benefits.
The last time I was laid off was in 2002, and the first time in 2001 when the dot-com bubble burst. I was a WRECK the first time I got laid off. Bawling - gasping type of craying - I was less than a year out of school with no real savings or experience so I was freaked out. This time I held my shit together - sort of. I mean, there were tears, but I wasn't bawling my eyes out. I did mention that I'd be going home and crying my eyes out, so lunch plans would need to be later in the week. You can't say I ain't honest.
On the way home, talking to my husband through tears, I was sitting at a light (or rather, in line for the light) and would you believe that someone REAR-ENDED me? I nearly lost my mind at that point. Thankfully, he only left very small scratches on my bumper (not even a dent), so I didn't even bother getting his information because I seriously could not even deal at that point. I was crying and told him I just lost my job so he probably felt like shit for bumping me. I did get his license plate number in the event that something does come out of it (I hope it doesn't - I can live with some minor scratches). I feel like I have the luck of the non-Irish today. At that point I was asking God just to get me home alive because I had enough for the day. I'm wondering if I should wait until tomorrrow to deposit my last pay check (for whatever reason, they issued live checks).
I hope the rest of you are having a better day...